Day #72 12.03.16

This is it! The last day of BMF Cheltenham’s Hell Week. All week we’ve been mud running, double sessioning, burpeeing, sweating, lunging, swearing and collapsing.

Today was marked by a 10K mud/obstacle run somewhere off the A46 north of Cheltenham. It was a gloriously sunny morning that saw us all rock up with more enthusiasm that we probably should have had, although I suspect this was more to do with the bar that promised us some gold nectar should we manage to drag ourselves over the finish line.

There was lots of running. Now, I love running, and I know other BMFers like running but after Hell Week it was the last thing we wanted to do, especially up the little hills. It took all my strength to get my legs around that course. Doing something like that is all about the people you do it with. I was with such a great bunch of supportive people who kept me doing and dragged me round (quite literally at one point, by the hand and pushing me up a hill by the bum). And the fact the course wasn’t the 6.1 miles it should have been, rather it was 7.78 miles made it all the more sweeter, and that pint taste all the more golden.

Nice job BMF Cheltenham (and Worcester). Well done.

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Day #67 07.03.16

The bruises are starting to come out after Saturday’s Devil Mud Run. Hell Week at BMF continues, battle scars of getting outside and down and dirty are being collected.

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Day #65 05.03.16

Most of today was spent outside freezing cold, wet and covered in mud. Yes, this was also deliberate. Madness, yes I know!

Today a load of us from BMF went to do the Devil Mud Run, an 8km mud run in the HILLY fields somewhere near Winchcombe just outside Cheltenham.

I’ve done a few of these before (Wolf Run has been my favourite, that freezing cold lake swim is awesome) so I kind of knew what to expect, but jesus I hadn’t expected quite so many hills, or for it to be just SO cold.  It took bloody ages to warm up afterwards and get rid of the violent shivers I ended up with.

When I’ve done some of these events before I’ve sometimes done them by myself (mainly when I first starting running I didn’t really know anyone else who ran too) which was great fun, but it’s a million times better running with a bunch of mates. So much fun, so many laughs and there’s always someone to help you out when you get stuck in quicksand-type mud (thank you Inga!!)

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